I'm Gabby. People don't call me Gabriella unless they're pissed, and you'll be wise not to get pissed off at me. I'm from Jersey. I don't talk about me much, so deal with it.
What: A little âMotherâs dayâ rendezvous, conversation, and who knows what else?
Where: Gabdonâs room
When: Sunday May 10
Brandon:
Brandon crawled back as Gabby made herself comfortable on the mattress. Even large from the pregnancy, or when she was visibly tired and worn down from her cancer, she still was beautiful in his eyes. Whatever magic she had always seemed to radiate out. He sighed as she gently touched his cheek and leaned down, his lips colliding with hers as his hand trailed down the otherâs form. His fingers reached between her legs and they pressed against her warm center. He brushed gently over , teasing her as his kisses traced down her chin and to her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh that had stretched over.
Gabby:
Gabby tilted her head back at Brandon as she rested her gentle hand on his cheek, and her gaze softened. He completed her. She had accepted death before he came into her life, but now she was more alive than she had ever been. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth at his sigh. She moaned softly in pleasured longing as she felt his touch along her own. The second that his lips brushed over the more stretched, sensitive skin, her back arched slightly in the sudden pleasured arousal. âOh baby,â she murmured softly as she continued to gaze at him longingly.Â
What: A little âMotherâs dayâ rendezvous, conversation, and who knows what else?
Where: Gabdonâs room
When: Sunday May 10
Brandon:
Brandon inhaled deeply as Gabby continued to work on him. He held the urge to roll his hips against her, it was hard, thatâs for sure. She just knew how to please. He needed to do the same.
His hand combed down her dark hair and he pressed his fingers against the bottom of her chin. âCome⊠come up..â He sputtered before nudging her gently once again. âLay back,â he urged on, wanting her to lay back on the mattress for him.
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Gabby:
She had to smile beneath those lips that were curled around her manâs fine piece of meat. It wasnât that she was the submissive partner, it was just that she felt a particular sense of pride pleasing him, because he deserved all those good things. It was reward enough that he was pleased. The idea that he had requested she lay back so he could reward her, that was just the icing on the cake.
She did come up and lay back, and she let out a soft, satisfied sigh as she placed a fond hand against Brandonâs cheek. âYouâre just incredible, baby,â you know that? she mused with a sentimental smile. Maybe she didnât show all those soft feelings out in the open, but when it was just the two of them, the tigress was easily tamed.Â
What: A little âMotherâs dayâ rendezvous, conversation, and who knows what else?
Where: Gabdonâs room
When: Sunday May 10
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Brandon:
He knew that Gabby tried to make light of her pregnancy, as she tried to do with everything, but he still was worried, obviously so. She had spent her whole life being sick, that the pregnancy could really do a number on her, at least, thatâs what he figured. He didnât want anything to happen to her or the babies.
She didnât seem too worried though, seeing how she pressed closer against him, causing him to hiss from the added pressure. He didnât even try to stop her, why would he? She seemed more than capable to do so on her own. His head fell back as she rolled her fingers over him and ducked down, taking his already hard cock into her mouth. Godâ she was good at that. âFuckâŠâ He managed to get out, already his hand reaching down and knotting into her hair, which he was more comfortable doing since she got out of treatment.
Gabby:
Gabby knew that Brandon worried. There was just something about that vibe. She felt safe. Things felt great. Sure there was always that nagging curiosity if she was really as well as she felt, but why not enjoy the moment? The corners of her mouth twitched in a smile as she continued to suck and swirl her tongue as she went in deeper into her throat. She hummed to add that extra edge, loving it when he was at the point of moaning. Gabby just loved pleasuring her man. Maybe she was cut out for the wife and mom thing. This wasnât so bad.
Arousal surged from the base of her neck as he knotted his hand into her hair. Damn, her body was so sensitive to touch, in that fucking incredible way. Gabby sucked harder and cast this hungry, desiring look into Brandonâs eyes, one that obviously indicated her desired reward.Â
What: A little âMotherâs dayâ rendezvous, conversation, and who knows what else?
Where: Gabdonâs room
When: Sunday May 10
Brandon:
Brandon couldnât help but smile at what she said. Weirdly enough, it seemed as if he found some comfort at the idea of the two twins having a positive opinion about the two names. âI hope so, theyâll be stuck with them for the next few decades,â he teased, his voice still leveled and soft.
His heart pounded as she explained when to worry exactly. He should have been revealed that now was not the time to freak out, but he still couldnât help but have some anxiety left in him. He still wasnât even sure if he was ready to become a father; he had been winging everything since they found out, but since they were closer to the due date, things seemed more real and he wasnât sure how to feel about that. Nonetheless, he kept his questioning and anxiety to himself, not daring to scare his girlfriend. âPractice runs? Thatâs comforting,â he huffed just before he felt his girlfriend press her lips against his and tugged down at his lower. âYeah?â He questioned just as her hand snaked down, biting his lip right after.
Gabby:
Gabby laughed, and she reached over and nuzzled into Brandonâs neck. There was something about him that just brought her to life. She had already welcomed death, even though she didnât desire it. Meeting Brandon made her dread it. When she found out she was pregnant, she was scared at first, but now that added more determination, not just to live the next year, but the next 20, 30, hell, even 50 years! There was something worth fighting for!Â
She cupped her hand over his cheek and looked into his eyes. âB, I promise. If it was the real thing, Iâd be saying a lot more crazy shit.â She smiled softly. âAnd I wouldnât be trying to get some of this,â she murmured in his ear as she pressed against him. When the babies first started moving, she was scared that maybe she might hurt them. But once she realized how safe and healthy they were, she was more than delighted to return to the usual passionate moments with Brandon. She massaged his balls for a good moment before she arched down and wrapped her lips around his shaft. Now that there wasnât any chemo or morning sickness, this was something she thoroughly enjoyed doing, pleasuring Brandon at all costs. She swirled her tongue around the tip of Brandonâs head and met his gaze as she hummed.Â
What: A little âMotherâs dayâ rendezvous, conversation, and who knows what else?
Where: Gabdonâs room
When: Sunday May 10
Brandon:
Brandon really didnât need the apology, there was no reason to not talk about his family, even less so with Gabby. They were just a touchy subject for him, and really, understandably so. He just needed to get used to it.
He couldnât help but smile at the names when she repeated them, the more real they became. He had to pick them. âI think that theyâre perfect,â he answered honestly, not really thinking that any other name would be fitting enough for the two of them.
When Gabby spasmed, Brandon pulled his hands away. He had a feeling that it was just one of the short-lived shocks she had been feeling the past few days, but nonetheless, they were still quite scary for him. Her pregnancy was obviously not a normal one, so he really had no idea what to expect, not that he had any idea before. âYou talked to the nurses about that?â He questioned, unsure if she had. His hand rested against hers as she traced over his chest. âNot sure.â
Gabby:
Gabby offered a timid smile. âThey like the names, at least I think so.â She was definitely in good spirits. Actually she felt better during these several weeks of pregnancy than she had felt in the past couple of years. Even though she was completely off her medications, her headaches were less-intense than usual, so completely do-able to not have to take heavy handfuls of painkillers which werenât allowed to be taken in pregnancy.Â
âNo, donât worry itâs fine,â she breathed, as she slowed down on rubbing the circles on her belly. âIâll worry if I have more than 4 of these in an hour, or if it feels like a waterfall is gushing out of me for no reason.â She lazily leaned against Brandon. âThe nurses told me itâs totally normal, something like my body is getting ready for D-day, like practice runs.â She laughed lightly as she kissed him and teasingly tugged at the bottom of his lip. âI can think of a few things. One, Iâm incredibly horny, and two, they want me to relax to keep my blood pressure down, and three, satisfying horny urges is really relaxing.â She flashed a cheeky smile as her hands snaked down to massage Brandonâs junk.
What: A little âMotherâs dayâ rendezvous, conversation, and who knows what else?
Where: Gabdonâs room
When: Sunday May 10
Brandon:
Brandon paused once his familyâ well, the mere mention of themâ was brought up. He didnât talk about his family much, not even to Gabby, which was saying something, seeing how Gabby was the one person he spoke to the most on the island. She knew the most about him, but nonetheless, his family almost never became the subject of conversation. It was an obviously sore subject for him, seeing how both his parents passed away before he found out he was just a clone.
His throat went dry when the name was stated. It did seem appropriate, not only his fatherâs name, but his grandfatherâs name used. They were the two most prominent, male figures in his life and he loved the both of them. His lips twisted as he gazed downcast and began to speak. âOnly if we do the same with the girl⊠but with your family,â he stated, his voice soft and easy as the words left his lips.
Gabby:
Inhaled sharply, and shot Brandon an apologetic look. She sometimes wasnât so observant at what mentioning certain things could do to other people. âSorry,â she whispered, not knowing that was still touchy. She, too fidgeted as she thought of a name for the daughter out of those. âAmelia Isabel,â she said softly, as she repeated the names. âMichael and Amelia, Mike and Mia.â She nodded slowly as a hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and she cupped her hands on either side of her belly, as if she had asked the two babies for advice as well. âThink you can deal with that? Good, because thatâs what itâs going to be. No complaints later.â She looked back at Brandon. âI think thatâs covered then, right?âÂ
She shifted slightly, though she cringed as that familiar random spasm spread along her belly, though it was short lived. She shifted her position so that she was laying on her side across Brandonâs lap as she took a few deep, calming breaths as she used one hand to rub calming circles along the swell that contained the two little ones. âThe fake ones, theyâre short-lived, but that happens like every couple of days now. I guess my body is trying to get ready for the long haul.â She shrugged and used her other hand to trace lightly along Brandonâs chest. âSo, now that we picked names, what comes next?â Â
What: A little âMotherâs dayâ rendezvous, conversation, and who knows what else?
Where: Gabdonâs room
When: Sunday May 10
Brandon:
Brandonâs lips twisted from her words, but he didnât really see why they couldnât just follow what Gabby suggested. They would have years to follow the traditional Motherâs Day, but for now, why not just make it for the two of them?
He looked down at the offered cookie, leaning in and taking a bite, pulling back up as he chewed. With a lick of his lips, he hummed in approval and then swallowed down what was still in his mouth. As he did that, he watched as his girlfriend shrugged off the straps that supported the skimpy, little gown she had fashioned, barely revealing her breastsâ which had swollen up since the pregnancy, not that Brandon was complaining. He ripped his gaze away from the otherâs chest as he realized she was speaking again and quickly processed what had been said. âWhat do you mean?â He asked, brows knitted together in slight confusion.
The male leaned back as Gabby got on his lap and began to nip at his neck, causing his eyes to lid. It was short lived as she turned so she laid back on his stomach. He realized what she had said and twisted his lips again. âWell.. you got anything in mind?â
Gabby:
âWe have time for thatâ those words that Gabby had said echoed in her mind. It was weird, suddenly realizing that there was that chance that she had a lot more time left before things went to shit. It could be nice, living life without looking behind your shoulder, wondering when the illness would come back to finish the job once and for all. Actually, with how good she felt, she was actually looking forward towards her next doctorâs appointment which would tell her what the status of her illness was at this time.Â
Hell, pregnancy wasnât so bad. Yeah, she was kind of nauseous for a while, but it wasnât any different than how she felt with chemo in the past. Lately, she had been much better, and her tits and ass had rounded up pretty damn nicely. Sometimes they felt a little on the tender side, but so long as Brandon was gentle, and he usually was when with her, Gabbyâs boobs were always up for grabs. Â
She bit her lip uncertainly as she was starting to creep into that spot where she could get unusually sappy. She ran her hand along her swollen belly, before she cupped her hand over one particular spot. âI only have really figured out one name... for him, maybe, um but only if you like it,â she put in quickly. âI remember stuff youâve kinda said, about your family before. And I figure, we should probably think about our families since these two will be part of either side. Michael Lloyd. Um, but only if you like itâ She looked back at Brandon to see what the other had thought.Â
What: A little âMotherâs dayâ rendezvous, conversation, and who knows what else?
Where: Gabdonâs room
When: Sunday May 10
Brandon:
âWell, thereâa another day for that,you know? Another day about the dad?â He teased with a smirk played on his face again. It was sweet that Gabby rather just make the day about the both of them, but he still felt that he needed to follow the more traditional sense of Motherâs Day and celebrate her. âYou didnât have to do all of this, again, Iâm not complaining,â he continued with a chuckle, his eyes, again, racking down her form. He was happy that she put so much effort in putting everything together, even more so since she looked so amazing. âHey, your tits and ass looked great before too, but yeah, the extra plumpage really did do some good⊠added to what you had,â he mused with another smirk on the corners of his lips.
Brandon was confused when Gabby questioned him on what he had on his mind. He really didnât have anything in mind, well anything other than the norm, mostly what the staff had in mind with Gabby and the two babies. He didnât bring it up though, last thing he wanted was to cause a panic. âNothing.. why?â He asked her.
Gabby:
âTrue, but I donât know, I just felt like making things special. I mean, how many other Motherâs Dayâs will we have to do all the same old stuff?â She scrunched up her nose pensively, but then shrugged as she decided to polish off a cookie from the platter. She held it towards him in offering. âItâs seriously good.â Even though she was generally one who embraced her good looks, Brandon always managed to make her blush in that âflattered, flirty schoolgirl kind of way.â She hummed slowly and fingered the spaghetti strap of the sheer negligee that she wore, She let the strap slip along her shoulders before her fingers traced along her swollen breasts. âWell, you know, if this is something we want in the future, Iâm not entirely opposed to work getting done. But letâs be sure weâve had all the kids we need, before I start making the necessary repairs,â she teased with a wink.Â
She crawled onto his lap and nuzzled him affectionately before she playfully nipped him on the neck. She let both the straps of the negligee slide down to reveal her bare breasts, free for Brandonâs playing pleasure as she rested the back of her head against his chest. âUm, just wondering, because I always talk about me, and you know, this thing is about us, not just me.â One hand rested on her belly as she tried to phrase what was exactly on her mind. âI mean, we could talk about other things too... Be cheesy and talk about names. I mean, we probably need other names instead of âbaby girl, baby boy, thing one, or thing two.âÂ
What: A little âMotherâs dayâ rendezvous, conversation, and who knows what else?
Where: Gabdonâs room
When: Sunday May 10
Brandon:
He made it to the room, his brow quirked as he spotted his girlfriend waiting for him on the bed. He closed the door, figuring that the nurses wouldnât appreciate if they left the door wide open and leaving that view of the two of them. Once he heard the click of the door, he stepped forward and leaned over to kiss Gabbyâs lips softly before taking the glass from her hand and sitting next to her.
âI was waiting for you to wake up,â he answered, his eyes dragging over her made up form before gazing back at her face. âI mean, I thought you were sleeping, but I have a feeling that it really isnât what was going on,â he added with a smirk of his own tugged at his lips. âWhy did you do all of this anyway?â He then asked, lifting the edge of the glass against his lips. âNot that Iâm complaining, because damn.. you look good,â he admitted. Even though Gabby was very much pregnant, she looked amazing, radiant even. Hell, she even looked a lot healthier than when she was in the mansion.
Gabby:
Gabby loved surprises. She loved to receive them, but she loved giving them even more, more so if she even remotely cared about a person. Right now, Brandon was the most important person in her life, well he and the two unborn kids she carried. The idea that she had put this together without Brandon having the slightest clue really made her day. It was crazy, that soft loving side of her that Brandon had brought out. She didnât like to show it all the time in front of the others, but when it was just them, it was a different story. She smiled softly, and she placed a hand on his cheek. âMotherâs Day being all about the mom, thatâs boring. If itâs all about me, I like to celebrate what got me to that point. A damn good person to remind me that Iâm still human, and not completely crazy.â She shrugged. âIt takes two to tango, and you know, make a baby, or two.âÂ
She took a sip from her sparkling cider, and ran the tip of her tongue along her lips before she smiled cutely at Brandon and leaned her head against him. âGlad I can still pull the hot girl look. I have to say, I love what all this does to my tits and ass.â In truth, other than feeling some aches and pains from places she didnât know could get aches and pains, she felt a lot better, more vital, than she had in a really long time. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered if she was actually physically better than she had been, or if she had just been telling her that. It had been a while since they had last checked the MRI to see what Tiny Tim had been up to, maybe this week, possibly. But she felt good. She held the tray of treats towards him in offering, as she took one for herself. âSo, whatâs on your mind, sweets? Something tells me youâre really thinking about something.âÂ
What: A little âMotherâs dayâ rendezvous, conversation, and who knows what else?
Where: Gabdonâs room
When: Sunday May 10
Brandon:
Motherâs day was not a holiday he enjoyed, all it did was remind him that he was stuck without a mother of his own. The only reason he didnât spend the day our drinking or doing something else that was not âmother approvedâ was to not give his grandmother a headache. He made sure to keep her happy that day and thank her for taking him and his sister in. He had to admit, he felt bad that he couldnât spend motherâs day with her; he only hoped that his sister was able to fill in the shoes.
He needed to distract himself, even more so since he couldnât contact his family in any way. He needed to focus on the mother-to-be, the mother of his future children. Sure she wasnât a mother yet in the technical sense, but she was still one in his mind. He knew that women almost always feel and become a mother once they find out theyâre pregnant, so it felt like the right thing to do to give her some sort of celebration. Usually he would go out and get a gift, but obviously he couldnât do that since they were on some island. Instead, he stalked the library, fishing through the titles until he found at least one book on child care. It was stupid, but it was better than nothing, seeing how they both were pretty clueless on how to raise a childâ at least he was. He even managed to riffle through his things before leaving the room and found something that Gabby might likeâ something he never thought he would give away.
He thought that his girlfriend was still asleep, seeing how she usually texted him once she woke up and he wasnât in the room there with her. When he got the text from her, he didnât expect it to be so forward, not that he was complaining. Just because she was pregnant didnât mean they couldnât still have some fun, right? He didnât take his sweet time getting back to the room. He hurried up and rushed down to where their room was, opening the door to see his girlfriend waiting for him.
Gabby:
Gabby had enough time to reflect on life as of late. She missed her mom, she missed her abuela. Hell, she wished she was home right now. From the looks of the place, she wasnât too far away. Maybe if she made a break for it - if she could get Brandon to make a break for it. Then again - there was another reason to follow the rules. Gabby bit her lip as she ran her hand along her stomach. There was something that she feared, but she definitely didnât let people know about it. She had a feeling she knew exactly what they wanted, but she would not have it. As long as she could protect them, they would never get them. She had started to talk to Brandon about it several times, but stopped herself short, when she thought that Brandon might think her overly paranoid or just plain crazy.Â
But this was not the time to think of some crazy sick girlâs paranoia. Naturally, Gabby wasnât known to be the most rational of people, even if she did act with the best intentions. She poured some champagne into a fluted glass for him, and some sparkling cider in a fluted glass for her, The second Brandon opened the door, Gabby was waiting for him, his glass held in her right hand, held towards him, and her glass in her left hand, pulled back, closer to her chest. âThereâs my sweet man,â she purred before she leaned forward to press her lips against his own velvety-soft lips. âWhere have you been? I missed you.â A flicker of a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.Â
I guess you can say I like to dress up when I feel like it. But Iâm a girl who values comfort. Nothing wrong with flipflops. The weather has been fantastic. Eww, that just sounds like total creeper status.
I donât know. Itâs a plant that eats flies. Plants usually donât eat things. Or look like they have teeth. I am the queen of amusing conversations. He seems to be.Â
Yeah, when the mood calls for it, I love a good tight dress where my ta-tas are pushed up and ready for business, or something chic, sleek, and sexy, to accent my lady curves. Â
LOL, or like Walmart in the Ghetto on foodstamp week? As far as plants go, I love roses. All sorts, all colors? Yeah, back home, we have a huge rose garden. Â
I know what you mean. I keep waiting to see what theyâre going to do, but I honestly have no clue. I mean, are they even equipped like the last place?
It is no game, I have no desire to play games with a woman whose brain is too addled with les hormones, and a bulging belly filled with fetus.
Non, class does not get pregnant with twins during a study with a boy who looks no older than 18, nor does a classy woman boast on social media with a heavily filtered photo to cover up her stretch marks, peppered with âteasingâ words. Â
Mhm, better a fetus then whatever creature you turned out to be. I wouldnât be surprised if your parents didnât throw a big party the second you got stuffed in here by the rest of us. Where Iâm from, girls who are complete bitches like you clearly werenât loved enough in life. Â
Should I be flattered or concerned that youâve been scoping every inch of my body in search for a stretch mark or two?
Would you like to answer that last question for yourself, and let me drink my evening cafesito in peace? I enjoy drinking it without some nagging mosquito buzzing around in my ear.Â
Perfect, as in Papa DĂos me dĂo el gran bendiccĂon when he gave me the looks fit for a goddess. Iâm loved by those who matter in my life, so life is good. No, life is great! Nothing can bring me down from this high, not even some tight prissy virgin in need of a good, hard, fuck.Â
I know this game you play, chica, but it doesnât work on me. Iâve got more class than that.Â
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